The stranger eyes rolled back and they laid the floor with convulsion. She claps and time is paused. The whole area stops. She stands up, with a unique cane pushed the spirit from the human body. It now can act in time stop but the human still isn't moved.
"Speak creature." She commands and it barely can stand, "Speak or be served as meat upon a dish." It hissed and began to flee. She claps and time brought back. It back inside the human. The human jolts in no longer acting sick. Crawling to evade her and half hazards himself into objects on his way out. Looking back to her in screaming. Gave this is a tower of humans aware those of shadows, no one bats an eye much. Only non-mages are bewildered in the witness. She takes the cup to the counter, pocketing her phone and leaves with left hand flop. She stepped into light, watching the creature afar and pondering to follow it.
"My lady." A kneeling undertaker that follows etiquette.
"You may speak and stand." They lifted as so.
"Given the events, if you wish to find others. Please follow to the war room."
"I know where to go." She declined escorted, "Is there several death orders about?" The undertaker bows head in reply, "Very well. Inform them ahead that I make my due. The abnormal kingdom crest of God eaters." They freeze up in that being a typical shock am undertaker makes but they stand straight and go back to business. She takes the elevator up floors. Staring at the battlefield that mages are unaware of. Not even the damned are. The damned even if they were past undertakers are uniquely removed from these creatures. So light rays are at play, wavelengths of energy are not meeting. There isn't a angel or demon in sight. So they are affected. The god followers... confused. They walk around inspecting humans with these creatures present. Divine blessing it removing them but no banishing. Summons is active but isn't able to touch them. Summons iconic hands posed confused of missing the targets.
"Speak." A blade at her back.
"I am not one those things. If you want human blood on them hands, your welcome to fall to hell." The blade lowers, there must be a nack of knowing by voice alone, "They seem like something interesting. Maybe I should capture and dicessect one. It not in record. It's rare that an unrecorded makes it past me."
"You heard about the falling kingdoms?" She faced this undertaker, he looked battle worn. The joints... the torso has a depression. He is holding up barely. She doesn't know him and the crest isn't something she crossed before. She does know his creature of his crest - mythical status. An undertaker realm with a chimera. They belong to the European kingdoms.
"I know about it but not a lot. I came to surface from hiding. Feeling the threat of the tome being overwhelming work. Death has not contacted me has he would normally." She crossed arms and peers about the reflections. It's as expected, the undertaker doesn't have one. She looks human enough in hers.
"These creatures have wipped out several departments in the death order. I suspect the god is trying to keep things going at business." It's sensible thinking, "It can't be confirmed. Even the tome birds of ink aren't acting as they should." She sharp turns at that news, and takes a meditation pose. The tomes are corrupted but this is a defense of something else.
The birds are inactive and replaced with nightmares. Nightmares aren't meant to be soul carriers. They fight the things the ink bird carriers are threatened by. She already was informed by the dream world's this was global and a lasting impact for years to come. But this isn't something the dreamers can do anything about. Sometimes dreams are brought to reality, fixing these things. But maybe this is the same problem summons can't touch them. That's another thing she felt important, her personal tome collection isn't affected. The tomes death accesses are corrupted. Life too. The undertaker realm tomes seem the source of this. She blocked from summoning those. The attached tomes like the damned lists are unchanged - no corrupted tainting. The damned aren't affected anyway but access to the damned list is public. The Ender should have already tainted it. Speaking of... his name is gross at the moment. The infected pages are nasty. She hasn't bought one forward to prevent her being tainted. For now.
"The tomes are infected but this isn't the creatures. Something else is at act. The tomes are defensive." She sees the elevator doors open, both exit. He soon being helped by a team and they check her over. This floor being clear of threats.
"She's a monarch!" Pushed aside by a demon and quickly to prevent any rudeness. Acting Nuteralized ground to prevent monarch wars. They stop to bow. She gestures them to ease. She invites them to finish checks, they act on with her permission. They go to try the tome but she takes the tome from them. At her touch, the leathers altered to that of the index. They bow with that being proof enough. She gently returned the tome and follows through the guidance.
"Monarchy of god eaters and current index carrier." The dropped objects clatter and some fallen. She peers in seeing a few of the enders in her care in the shadow of this room.
"Must be where all the action is and gloom." She sees them all seated. A white board of fallen kingdoms on one side. Middle of uncertainty. The clear kingdoms. She waved her right hand to correct placements and added unheard ones. In this same wave was that her underlings moved to put a chair at the shared table. She aware that this isn't a chair and some object that placed themselves into the room were some the eaters under her in living realm alter. The enders stand as the only looking undertakers of her service; but the rest of the room is awareness of the off set.
"I wish to capture and see what they are made of. But I would guess you all may know this was attempted. I guess the lure to see of the mages react to them was a test. A good test if this was things with souls. But alas, they are soulless. They arent able to be affected by the laws souls follow. Demons, angels and undertakers uniquely are under the half soul category - that category is what they envy from you. To even have a shard of soul in them. But souls can't be broken by them, touched by them or be carried by them. They try hard to find a way to take what they can't. It's not uncommon. I have seen other beings do this, act out this way. They will change tactic when they think about thier failures." The room turn to listen. They noticed she not a undertaker like them and is aware of her not connecting to their telepathic connection.
"You're insane." She leans in her seat and petting it too. She keeps composure.
"Miss Trixie here is reconginzed as a cog oath and thus it shouldn't come to any surprise that she been keenly aware. She likely told this new information and updated the tracking as passing the olive branch to us." That's a code between monarchs that want truce or no aggressive actions between them. Unease as they are, they held ground with taking back to current talk. This consists of the random spoken word at strange intervals but is all telepathic. She can track enough from the random words. She cares not for the red herrings or argument curses they tell each other. It's all a chess game. She already figured out the divide. She even steads between this division. Pacifist hand hold, no matter the passing talk.
"Index holder, you have uniquely brought alight god kingdoms that have a undertaker system."
"They are in danger as you are. All under the half soul categories are. I would have add more if it weren't against law. Other kingdoms of beings that have the same trade mark. You just don't interact with each other, like a wall between you. Those folks are in the same problem as you; lost several as you have. I sit peaceful in offering olive branch to them too, offering the same information." She leans back in getting comfortable, "I am not sure if this is a negation on my part that this has happened at all or of this was just going to happen to make me aware of it."
Several heads lowered in taking that statement and one lefts from a sad pose to one of hope. Tracing across the table to slowly meet eyes to her. She stares back, deep into the eyes. One of her enders caught wind. He took action of beheading this thing.
"Smart enough to plant spy." So they knew that it wasn't one of them, "you taking it out makes you more our side then it's."
She was gifted the head to inspect it to her wish. She felt every texture that her many senses can alert her with. She had even, lick of it. She drops this to the floor beside, her heel stabbed through. Keeping it from crawling away. She watched the Ender deeply, his infected now. He fells to salt. Removed from her boarder. The salt remains it tainted. She waved them not to touch. She uses her shadow to chalk draw in and a sealed space. Stopping active time over the salt. She experiments all sorts of liquids over the head under her foot.
"I get it." Just as these enders are different soul material from this universes soul material. These creatures are a soul material of dry ice and once evaporated back to a gas form cling to a new host. So they are by law soulless but they likely are a tome universe entity entry. I will have to ask the advice from the metal souls about their guidance. The primordial soul ores of the first formed ones. Maybe these gas souls are the same primordial vein.
"Are they dangerous?" One her own asks.
"Fatal. I don't think anyone of us is able to fight this threat. But maybe with the sophisticated way they act, we could talk. But it will be a matter of time before I figure out them better. Make some interesting food combinations." She scratched under chin, "it's been a long time. Do this dry freeze or dry burn?"
"Sorry, what do you mean?" Wobbled worry from her own and this put the undertakers at unease, "You still intend to do that thing?"
"Maybe. I just need to know how." She straighten up, "Once I have category them and make studying details. They can be added into the tomes. It's just a matter of figuring out their soul wavelength."
"I feel I must speak." The other Ender turning to the undertakers, "our crest as a god eater isn't something without meaning. It's on the nose. Her soul was altered into one, thus she gaurds the boundaries between known and unknown. The concern we have is her wish to eat these things. Any intruders of her protection are dealt with this way... many tomes of souls have been erased in her teeth. I suspect you lot are just fortunate to have souls that look beautiful to her. Keep you like pets."
"is that what you are?" There a discomfort stare.
"These are all humans from other time spaces. They all were the last soul of their tomes. I have promised to look after them when they fade as souls. Their tomes will be like acted in a cycle that has been long standing. But in order to do so, there must no longer be any active souls within those pages. Empty. I don't own them. They are free to act as they wish. I just request they be reasonable. This space and time has law, we must behave to these laws. If we are going to talk about pets and being owners. I would say that we are the domesticated ones that are unaware of our owners. I am not sitting on a chair." The monarchs sharp stare at her being stupid. She clearly seated on a chair. But then they are smart and eyes trail the other objects that weren't here before.
"That's very uncomfortable." One them complained.
"They always been around, I just made you aware of them." Whatever was last liquid she dripped or the accumulated amount of different things. The head at her heel was now salt. She waved and this salt is piled into the time stopped space she circled before. She brought out a coloring book and makes her iconic hieroglyphics. She makes a new entry and was filling in speculations.
"The sorrow." The Ender voiced and her pen hand paused.
"I will find them." She voiced with so many wavelengths of depth and threaded of many emotional waves. They all heard her in how concerned she is. Undertakers turn to only relying on their own race. They are glad to have the Information she gave but they arent going to include her as she isn't one of them.
"Ignore." She felt that being an attack of word by them. Yet she has to sit here and gather anything more useful. She wants any words about any escaped undertakers from the captured realms to reach her. Yes they be infected but they will have a window of insight by them. Soul interpretations by the fallen one.
"The head master invites you to take class." Her nightmare mail carrier is infected and sits facing at her. She softly closed her coloring book. It makes many twitches and clearly was fitting the infection. It shows promise that the soul material of dream creatures are the same subclasses as the intruders. But this mail carrier succumbs and its eyes stay blankly widened.
"Invites them." Even its speaking voice is unpolished strange change of accent. This was likely the sort of thing the undertakers knew that differs. The voice tone.
"You poor soul. Come here. Hush now. Soft." She embraced and soon powdered it into a jar. Killing the nightmares instantly too. The remains sealed in a human world jar. The glass use is another experiment. Left on the table. She should have been infected by now. But she felt no changes. Something about her carries immunity or they aren't targeting her. She hasn't work out that difference either.
"Fatal infection." One her own taking sudden approach of seeing her way, "This is a soul type that infects other souls." Slamming his hands to the desk which disturbs the time stop pile... it should not have. So the salt pile can't be time stopped. However the material that time solidifies into is non passable. It's contained in time stop crystal. She lifted the human jar. As she suspects, the ash remains of the dream creature had stayed in the jar. The soul remains of the parasite stays on the table. But it hasn't active to invade her even as there both aware of each other. Maybe it doesn't know it's cover is blown. No active body to have sense to alert it. Or it's just knows the host is dead and has to play dead. She sacrifices one her claws, breaking it like a loose nail. She uses her detaches claw to scrap away the dust. The making contact make it react violently. As if potassium is presented in water. The remain of the claw and the loss of this powder. The resulting remains is soarched soot. She seals the soot. It's human world soot, wood burn ember. It's a plant or fungi that burns in her contact. So it evades her as she to how density of energy it can't handle. That's her immunity. So now she peers about the monarchs and see a trend. These lot are high densities of soul spirit energies. Her enders are too. But the guy the salt piled reacted to the low density soul and should result in... yes. Confirms. The jar of the nightmare was tossed through her damned door gate and smashed into a Sigil path in a town of nightmares. It be cast once its energy was recharged.
"The soul is maniacally laughing." The sensitive Ender crouched in fetal position with rocking themselves calmer.
"I guess we are screwed." She unfazed, "Let's see what happens. Let him enact whatever is ordered of him. Or just let him blow steam. Sanity only takes you half way."
"You still want to eat one?" The objecting Ender among them hissed. At this rate, making into some smoke drug or freeze dry other soul material for meal. How exactly do you consume a fungi spores? Is this a soul zombie apocalypse? Will I be a zombie too with having just licked it?
"Stop it. Don't have a twinkle in your eyes like that. You putting a bad personality forwards."
"Sorry I was drawing assumptions to soon." She shook off the expression and dazed with trying to gauge these undertakers. The runners of message passers and the change of board. There has been no kingdom recovering back the other way yet. The spies of these creatures have clearly inactive abilities to make use now. The one sealed in stopped time has trying to work the edges and put itself into a attractive item to be picked up. Reforming into another shape to intense someone to take it from the seal. The issue is that there isn't a even a god that could reach into stopped time and interact with it as an object. No matter how valuable it makes itself appear. Once something goes to enter that space, it's frozen to stopped time. Lurara is uniquely the only one able to interact into stopped time the way she does. Maybe some other humans of her family but they arent here or a part of this. She sees the sensitive one shuddering with babble nonsense. The last two active enders are among the monarch talks of things that was commonplace.
"What shape are they?"
"Whatever they can mimic." The frustration of helplessness has brought them all feeling negative. There a lot of confused damned hung about. There many damned that are the ex partners of undertakers. Lingered as soul attached to thier still standing partner. There isn't anyone of those from the mentioned fallen kingdoms, she can see they still wear the crests the sworn loyalty.
"The spider kingdom has fallen." This comes as a change of events not see coming. Spider crest is a kingdom of backstabbing undertakers that are tied alliances to triple cross other kingdoms. Sure they had to fall eventually but she thought they be the first gone. So soon will flood a few ex partners that were double spies among the damned. So now this was a wonder if the damned with damaged masks are infected. Masks are the physical soul shape. Creaked mask is the worst that can be. She the most shattered mask in this space. So it's be interesting that any the creak mask spider damned will be infected. She watched quietly observing the actions.
She had a interesting idea, given to her from looking at her coloring book. When she was young, she wrote that the TV wasn't something undertakers can't interact with the same way humans do. She knows she can still watch the TV as she is. So do these things? Takes notice with there being a computer projector set up in this meeting room. She suspects undertakers don't watch moving light images. A projector is the same as a TV. The advertising screen boards on high streets are often ignored by angels and undertakers. Demons uniquely can interact and are aware of TV. So it's a tell. Her shadow slinks about and found the enough set up to plug her phone as the active device set. The light projector flashed on and there wasn't even a flinch from any undertakers. She linked onto YouTube and started having news broadcast playing. She lets it digress and shuffle through suggestions. Not a move. She could now enjoy something interesting while being bored to death by the random undertaker word game. The three enders that work under her are occasionally distracted by the video play and shocked by the breaking news reports.
It's the same chaos as always, but without demons, angels and undertakers - the severity of life loss or quality of life. That's the biggest change that the breaking news reports have in common. Going by this being a global website, this was world wide scale. Small change, big impact. She is least surprised and rather unfazed. But the three enders would make sad or gasped expressions about the news. This was making the undertakers confused on why they are all staring at a wall. When finally it was worked out the project is on, so they back to trying to talk serious.
"That explains the spiders fall. The collaspe of transport to America to the rest of Europe. The boats sinking more often." She tilts as this interpretation over someone was needed, "the global warming and freak weather has always been a pattern rise. It's the aftermath that being mishandled. As the trend of misfortune in aftermath happens more frequently, the worse the next storm will be. Floods will have a rise of death toll, a spike in human records. The fires in America. The droughts around the Mediterranean provinces. Egypt sand storms lasting longer. Each getting worse and harder to recover from." She posed open left plam forwards.
"That is the consequences of missing the work of folks like you. Humanity will crumble and then fall apart. We will be fighting the things that humans kept away." She crossed arms once more and with a gaze back to the projector flashed images of global news reports, "What doesn't help is that were are missing our ender. So without him around, they prolong a slow bitter agony. Discontent being more creeps from the darkness."
"You're not a god. What a load of crap!" Very strange to hear a monotone undertaker speak words of anger. Hands hitting the table.
"She on to something." Another waved the angry one down, "You're saying that without the work of us, things will get only worse and break the very foundational rules. Thus allowing dream walkers into the living realm laws."
"Once that is broken, we will be knees deep in worms of the time sands." She nods gentle.
"God eaters are the lest of the problem." An ender voices, "Those worms leave lasting effects long after they been gone."
The shudder of plenty that stood up and back down. They were to make some excuses or argument. Yet then they took glare of the tomes she left laying the table before them. She has did this in purpose of being reminded of the souls volumes at stake. The densities of souls across realms.
"Why are they so thin?" One the Ender asked with dripped fear.
"You noticed that and not the conditions? You seen the quality of the paper?" She hissed into several ancient words and click tongue with preventing someone reaching to touch. The confusion of her clicking made the undertakers baffled more then her upset over the tomes.
"Don't cluck at me." The angry undertaker monarch that was reaching for one book.
"I was telling the book to not eat you but sure. If your that stupid." She throw left hand in dismay, "You lot are as bad as death sometimes. Reaching the tome segments that your denied access for obvious reasons. Of course you aren't allowed into the soul records for gods, demi plains and orders that aren't undertakers. Living realms and localized death records access only." She huffed with disconnected her phone back and the projector off, "Useless. I just have stab the hornet nest directly."
"You can't just eat them." The sensitive Ender pleads, "You mustn't."
"I'll eat you in a minute, sheesh." She pulled shadow to take back the tomes and resurface the table back to how it was. The many hidden object flee with her leave. The enders hovered among the monarchs in just witness watching. She cloaks over with taking a walker approached of this unseen war.